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It’s been a long six hours. Jayce is just about ready to give up and drive his car off the road and into the next set of trees when he finally pulls into his hometown. Luckily, the house he grew up in is on the very edge of town, so it’s not much longer that he’s stuck in the car.
He would usually stay home—home in Piltover, where his mom moved in order to be closer to him after she and his dad had divorced—but she insisted that Jayce spend a few days with his father. It’s been a long time since he last visited; if Jayce cared enough to count, he thinks it may have been over a year now.
Jayce and his father have a… complicated relationship, to say the least. Three years ago, Jayce’s father cheated on his mom with one of his coworkers, and when Ximena found out, she was heartbroken. Jayce had never seen his mom so upset before, and it broke something within him deep enough that to this day, he still hasn’t been able to forgive his dad fully.
He does find it a little humorous that the coworker he cheated on her with had left him only a few short months after their divorce had been finalized.
Over the last year, Jayce has been focusing on his own life. Once he moved to Piltover—away from his father—and started college, he felt like he was able to breathe a little easier.
In addition to this, he had finally presented as an alpha. It was no surprise to Jayce–deep down he always felt those base instincts in the far recesses of his gut–but it wasn’t until midway through his freshman year that he was slammed with his first ever rut.
Late bloomer, and all that. Jayce’s mom thinks it has to do with the stress from the divorce. Jayce is inclined to agree.
Now, Jayce has fully grown into his status. Physically, his build has increased with the excess hormones surging through his muscles, and he has to work out once, sometimes twice, a day in order to keep his mind focused. Mentally, he is sharper, more motivated in whatever he is focused on at that moment.
Sexually, well, Jayce has never been so satisfied. Throughout his first year at the academy, he had spent several nights with betas, omegas, and even an alpha or two that didn’t mind a fight in bed. He’s not a whore, by any means, just a normal, eighteen-year-old, newly presented man.
The one facet of his life that still causes him turmoil is the driveway he’s currently pulling into.
His relationship with his dad.
Recently, his father had reached out to him to try to mend their relationship, telling him about a new spouse he had married in the last few months. Jayce was invited to the small wedding they had, but he scoffed at the audacity; his father was deranged for thinking he would attend.
But, because he loves his mother more than anything, Jayce finally agreed to drive the six hours to visit his father and meet his new spouse... Step-parent? Step-mom? Jayce isn’t sure, but he’s sure as hell not going to call them ’mom.’
Jayce shakes himself from his thoughts when he shuts his car off. Looking at the garage door through his windshield as if it had personally slighted him, he takes a deep breath before deciding to step out of the car and start his weekend. He’s ready to get it over with already.
When he grabs his duffel from the backseat and starts to head up the path to the front door, it suddenly swings open.
Jayce’s father rushes out with the largest smile Jayce thinks he’s ever seen on his face. He tries to not let it annoy him, but still has to fight a grimace when his dad slaps a hand atop his shoulder in lieu of a hug. Small blessings, Jayce thinks.
“My boy!” Jayce’s dad exclaims, excited to see his son.
“Hi, Dad,” is all he can bring himself to respond. He knows that it’s only been a few seconds and he’s already being a bit of an asshole, but it’s hard to even pretend sometimes.
One smile isn’t going to make him forgive the person who broke his mom’s heart.
But Jayce will try, at least for the weekend. He promised her that much.
Jayce is led inside, and the house is eerily similar to how it was before he left for school. He had almost expected the entire thing to have been renovated, eviscerated, and refilled anew, but everything is the same as it was in his childhood years: The couch he slept on when he was sick with the flu still sits in the middle of the living room. The fridge from which he would sneak snacks in the middle of the night in high school is still the same old, squeaky appliance. The kitchen table, where he spent hours doing homework, still bears the usual water stains and scratches, some of which he carved himself when he was frustrated.
What’s different, possibly the only thing astray, is the slender, middle-aged man standing in the middle of the kitchen.
His hair is long, chocolate brown with pretty streaks of iridescent grey, and pulled back into a claw clip on the base of his neck. His skin—exposed from his sleeveless blouse, mole-dotted and pale—shines prettily in the kitchen lamplight. He sports one of his mom’s old aprons, and that fact should upset him, but Jayce is currently too awestruck to even care.
And when he turns around, holding what Jayce assumes is the dinner they will all be sharing, he finally sees his eyes. Amber, honey, and bronze, all clashing into the striking color they are, currently staring at Jayce.
Jayce’s dad walks over to the stranger, kissing him on the cheek before turning back towards his son.
“Jayce,” his dad starts, “this is Viktor, my wife.”
“Right,” says Jayce, dumbly. His tongue is tangled in his mouth for a brief moment. Once their dinner is set down on the kitchen table, Jayce’s dad pulls Viktor closer to Jayce, who seems to be stuck in the foyer. He can’t stop staring. He watches him walk—barefoot, with long legs that are wrapped in tight black leggings. There is a slight limp in Viktor’s stride as his father guides him in the direction of the entryway.
And when Jayce is within breathing distance of Viktor, lips parted, he can practically taste the enticing scent that wafts from him. It coats his tongue, thick and heady, sweet and refreshing. Jayce hisses through his teeth, snapping them shut with an audible click, blinking as he feels his pupils dilate at the intoxicating fragrance alone, like a perfume made just for him.
Omega.
Jayce has never been one to react to omegas in his vicinity so viscerally before. Truth be told, he’s never really found anyone’s pheromones to be nearly as pleasing as the ones coming from this new, older man standing in front of him. His father’s wife. His new stepmother.
To both his utter horror and satisfaction, Viktor seems to be just as flustered as he is. Slowly reaching out his small hand, Jayce takes the hint and grasps it gently within his own, shaking it in greeting. He has to bite back a groan from how soft his skin is.
“Hi, Viktor.” Jayce finally greets, his voice subconsciously thrumming with silk. “It’s nice to finally meet you.”
He may not have cared to meet this man before, but now, he’s dying to know everything about the person his father has married.
“Hello, Jayce. I’ve heard… a lot, about you.” Jayce raises his eyebrow, unsure exactly what he means, but he’s too drunk on scent right now to care. And his low, smooth timbre. He’s overwhelmed by Viktor, actually.
Their hands remain grasped for a few more seconds as they stare at each other, until Jayce’s father cuts into the small bubble they have created.
“Well, why don’t we get your stuff to your room and then sit down to eat? Viktor just finished cooking, so you’re right on time!”
Jayce blinks and releases Viktor’s hand, watching as his father casually takes his duffel from him and carries it down the hall to his old bedroom. He acts completely unfazed by the scalding tension between Viktor and Jayce, but he supposes that’s to be expected. His father, being a beta, cannot smell the thick, mind-numbing scents curling together in the room.
Viktor clears his throat, looking down at Jayce’s hand, where it had dropped to his side for a brief moment. He seems to pull himself together, then smiles gently at Jayce before turning and walking back towards the kitchen, where he opens the cabinets to gather the place settings.
“Oh! Let me help you!” Jayce urges, quickly rushing to the kitchen and grabbing the plates from the tallest cabinet. Viktor isn’t short by any means, but Jayce still towers over him as he hands him the stack of porcelain. Jayce smiles, child-like and wide, still dumbstruck by Viktor, then digs some silverware from a drawer and joins Viktor in setting the table. Jayce catches the way his hand white-knuckles the head of his cane.
When Jayce’s dad walks back in, he sits down at the table and drags the hefty deep dish of food towards himself. He takes his own plate and fills it with a large piece, then pushes the dish back to the center of the table without a word. Trying his hardest not to roll his eyes, Jayce grabs Viktor’s plate and serves him some food before taking some for himself.
“Thank you, Jayce.”
“No problem, Viktor. Or would you rather I call you something else?” Jayce lifts his lips into a smirk and bites on the end of his fork. “Mom?”
Viktor turns beet-red.
“Oh—Viktor is fine, please… You have a mom. I don’t want you to think I’m trying to…” His sentence trails off, unsure of how to continue.
“Viktor it is.” Jayce says, cutting him some slack from the ongoing tension pulled tight between them. His face is still flushed a pretty color, though, and Jayce barely looks away to eat his food.
Jayce’s dad talks throughout their meal, but Jayce doesn’t catch anything he says. Only Viktor’s quiet responses—voice clipped and breathy—register in his mind. Jayce watches throughout their dinner as he shifts in his seat, flicking his eyes across the wood surface of the table to Jayce every few seconds.
And his scent never fades, either. In fact, it grows quite… intense. Jayce has to bite the inside of his mouth to stop himself from groaning, because he knows by smell alone that Viktor is beyond aroused. Jayce thinks that at this point, he’s probably soaked through his clothing. If Jayce lets a soft moan or two escape from how delicious the food tastes, well, that’s his prerogative. It has nothing to do with the way Viktor bites his lip and squirms at the sounds.
Granted, Jayce is also rock hard in his jeans, his cock excited by the enticing omega across from him. Thank god his dad is clueless about what’s going on; otherwise, he would probably be kicked out of the house for how he’s shamelessly releasing his own scent back to Viktor.
“Jayce?”
He blinks, whipping his eyes from Viktor over to his dad.
What the hell am I doing?
“Sorry,”
“You okay?” Concerned, his dad raises an eyebrow.
“Yeah, I’m fine. Long drive.” Jayce sets his fork onto his plate and stands up abruptly, mindful to hide the obvious bulge in his pants as he turns towards the kitchen to clean his plate. Without looking away from the water washing over the dish, Jayce continues. “I think I need to hit the hay early, I am exhausted.”
Jayce needs to leave this room right now. Viktor is driving him crazy, and as much as he doesn’t like his dad, he knows he’s being a bit much. For Viktor’s sake at least, he needs to calm down.
“Oh, alright...” He hears his dad pout from the table behind him, and he can’t stop himself from rolling his eyes at the suds on his hands.
Finishing up washing his plate, he turns one last time towards the two men still sitting at the table. Jayce makes searing eye contact with Viktor again.
“The food was amazing. Thank you for such a good meal.” He looks towards his dad, then back to Viktor. “Goodnight.”
Rushing from the room, Jayce escapes, having to stop himself from slamming his childhood bedroom door behind him. He presses his back into the wood and covers his face, instantly seeing Viktor’s beautiful image in his mind’s eye.
Get a hold of yourself, you asshole.
He cannot be thinking these things about Viktor. His dad’s wife. His step-mom. Fuck.
But he’s still so painfully hard.
Jayce looks down at the bulge in his jeans, trying to feel shame for the erection, but all he feels is the way Viktor’s scent still lingers around him. His clothes reek with it.
He strips himself.
Now naked, his clothes thrown into a corner of his room far away, Jayce’s mind continues to buzz. He falls back onto his bed and anxiously taps his stomach with his fingertips, trying to think of anything other than the omega a few rooms away.
School. He has a research paper to write over the summer, something about optimizing energy systems in creating micro-batteries. He has a textbook to read, still sitting on his desk in his apartment. He just moved into the place a few weeks ago from out of the dorms. Boxes still litter every surface of the kitchen. His mom had offered for him to move in with her, but he knows she really enjoys her space. He gently declined, because he didn’t want to intrude.
Not like he’s intruding on Viktor’s life right now. Jayce imagines that if he were the omega, having a young, bull-headed alpha impede on his space and very obviously flirt with him—going so far as to purposefully release his scent—would probably piss him off.
But, Viktor didn’t seem upset. He seemed… hungry. Excited. His eyes would glow every time they flit up to meet Jayce’s from across the table. He smelled like he was soaking up every drop of Jayce that he could, needing more, wanting more.
The way he squirmed, shifting his hips in the chair like he couldn’t sit still. Jayce could smell the slick between his legs, could smell the way he tried to squeeze his thighs together to hide it.
Fuck.
Jayce caves, gripping his cock in one hand, feeling it throb in his palm.
Simply too horny to ignore it any longer, Jayce rubs his thumb around the head, spreading the bead of precome already leaking from the tip. Closing his eyes, he imagines Viktor, standing in the kitchen, his father nowhere to be seen. Jayce imagines the way he looked when he first laid his eyes on the omega—so poised and focused on the food in his hands—but this time with only the apron covering his slight frame.
Jayce imagines Viktor bending over, gripping the edge of the counter for support as he reaches into the heat—his face flushed and red.
In his mind, Jayce slides his fingertips over the delicate swell of his ass, unclothed from the leggings he had worn, his pretty, pink pussy on display as he is bent at the hips. The touch shocks Viktor enough to stand upright and turn to face him, his hip bumping into the cane leaning against the cabinets, causing it to fall to the floor with a loud crash. With their faces closer than Viktor was expecting, he inhales the rich, deep pheromones that Jayce releases. A need. A plea.
Jayce strokes the length of his cock as he envisions the way that Viktor’s pupils would dilate, his mouth falling open to taste Jayce’s scent on his little, pink tongue.
If Jayce could, he would fall to his knees right there in the kitchen, leaning him back against the edge of the counter. Jayce lifts the apron, revealing Viktor’s perfectly slick, hot cunt mere inches away from his mouth.
“Shit—” His hand moves faster, pleasure curling around his throat. Jayce has to bite his knuckles to fight the noises threatening to escape.
Jayce thinks that the first taste of him alone would send him over the edge. His mind supplies him with the image of raising one of Viktor’s legs over his shoulder, so that Jayce can press the flat of his tongue against the very thing that is driving him out of his mind. Imagining the flavor of him, the overwhelming sweetness of his arousal caressing Jayce’s taste buds sends him into a frenzy. He would drink Viktor down, sucking every last drop of his slick like its nectar, and bathing his tongue along the omega’s cock until they both reached their peaks. Jayce would shake and hum into Viktor’s cunt, releasing his spend on the tile of the kitchen floor between his trembling legs.
“Ah—Oh, fuck. Fuck, fuck—”
Jayce spills all over his hand, sliding it at a violent speed up and down his length as his hips thrust up into his fist. His come spreads along his shaft and between his fingers, dripping over his balls and trickling down to his asshole as his orgasm rockets through his system. Jayce nearly blacks out from the surge of heat that overwhelms his mind, his head thrown back into the pillows. He doesn’t slow his hand until the pleasure turns nearly painful, eventually ripping away from his cock when his body starts to cramp up.
It takes a while for him to catch his breath. Jayce hasn’t come that hard in a long time.
And definitely not because of someone almost twice his age, nor someone his father is married to.
“God-damnit.”
Jayce reaches over to the tissues sitting on his nightstand and cleans himself up, throwing the trash to the floor to clean up tomorrow morning.
He fights the incoming shame for the whole three minutes it takes to fall asleep.
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Jayce dreams that night.
It’s vivid, and beautiful. The sun shines across a field of flowers, trees surrounding Jayce where he lies on his back in the vibrantly green, dewy grass. His breathing is steady; a soft, pale hand relaxes on his sternum as the cool air blows gently across his face.
In the dream, Viktor is there.
He’s resting on his side, so Jayce traces his hungry eyes over the omega’s slender curves. They don’t speak, Jayce simply breathes him in, feeling the way Viktor’s hand begins to slide down his stomach.
He starts whispering something in Jayce’s ear, but Jayce can’t make it out. Small whimpers, cries for more, sounding bitten back and muted. As if spoken through a fog.
Something touches gently along his cock, a slender palm, sliding up and down his hard length.
Viktor’s hand feels phenomenal, pulling low groans from Jayce as he lies back in the sun-warmed grass. The way Viktor touches him is as soft as silk. When his hand becomes wet, slick, and excruciatingly tight, Jayce’s vision starts to blur from the pleasure growing in his core.
Suddenly, Jayce moans so loudly that he pulls himself from his own dream.
Ripping his eyes open and staring at the darkened ceiling, confusion plucks at his mind as pleasure continues to ricochet through his body. Jayce looks down at himself, fully expecting to have made a mess of the sheets. Instead, he sees Viktor sitting pretty in his lap.
His silk nightgown is hiked up his hips as he slowly rocks back and forth, speared on Jayce’s cock and quietly moaning into the warm air of Jayce’s room.
“Oh, fuck,” Jayce cries out, slapping his hand over his mouth and gripping the sheets with the other. Fire strikes through him, the tight heat of Viktor’s cunt is wrapped around him so perfectly.
“Jayce— please,” Viktor cries, his head rolled back in ecstasy, grey-streaked hair falling around his shoulders and his thighs quivering around Jayce’s hips.
Jayce cannot believe he didn’t wake up sooner, but he’s always been a deep sleeper. His abdomen clenches, a moan spilling from his between his lips at the thought of Viktor, so desperate for Jayce’s cock that he snuck into his room while Jayce was fast asleep.
Maybe he was slow and shy, opening Jayce’s door.
Viktor would have seen Jayce lying on his back on his bed, a large tent in his sparkling white sheets from the dream he was so blissfully pulled from.
The omega must have become so overwhelmed with lust, with need, that he gently crawled onto the mattress. On his hands and knees, framing Jayce’s legs as he moved slowly enough not to wake him. Maybe he was tentative, scared, gently tracing his fingertips along the length of Jayce’s erection. Pulling the thin sheets cautiously down his stomach until his cock was exposed to the fresh, chilled air of the bedroom.
Or maybe, he was too eager, not taking any caution or care as he quickly climbed onto the mattress and threw his leg over Jayce’s hips to straddle his lap; famished of cock and lifting his silky nightgown in order to sink himself down. Seeking his own pleasure, his own relief, with little regard for the alpha’s unconscious state.
When Jayce’s mind clears from sleep and the new, focused pleasure takes over as priority, he lifts his nose into the air and is slammed with the scent of Viktor’s arousal spiked up to an infinite degree. Viktor is letting his pheromones spread and sink into Jayce’s skin, his sheets, his very essence. It smells stronger than before, so sugary sweet that Jayce’s head spins with it. His tongue thickens in his mouth, his teeth now razor sharp with the urge to sink into soft, willing skin.
Viktor is in heat.
He doesn’t know what caused the sudden onset, but from the way Viktor is bouncing desperately on his cock, maybe, Jayce can believe for a second that it was something he did. His own Alpha scent, new to Viktor, new to the house, striking a match and catching flame deep in Viktor’s instincts. The thought feeds something primal in Jayce, something possessive.
Jayce flicks his eyes up to Viktor’s face, watching as his expression draws out his need, perfectly sketched for him to witness. Viktor’s eyebrows are pulled up his forehead, his eyes closed, his jaw open and slack. His lips are glistening, licked-wet and shining in the moonlight coming through Jayce’s window.
“Viktor—fuck,” Jayce pants, hardly believing the vision in front of him is real. “You needed it that bad, didn’t you?”
Viktor lets his face fall forward as he looks down at Jayce. His eyes quickly fill with tears that spill down his flushed cheeks.
“Yes, I’m sorry—I’m sorry, fuck, I’m—” he cries, voice no more than a broken whisper and cut off with a gasp. He shakes with his apologies even though the movement of his hips doesn’t slow.
Jayce reaches forward to grab onto Viktor’s feverish thighs, rolling his hips to fuck up into the poor, begging omega on his lap.
“Don’t. Don’t apologize. It’s more than okay.”
Viktor whines, the words echoing through him as more slick gushes from his cunt to soak Jayce’s lap. The smell of it is disorienting; Jayce has been with plenty of omegas before, but none ever this wet. None this desperate for a knot.
Now determined, Jayce growls low in his throat and rolls them over on the bed. It’s a smooth transition, his cock never leaving the warm cunt he’s buried in, much to the omega’s pleasure. When Viktor spreads his legs wide, Jayce braces his elbows on either side of the omega’s head and starts to fuck him hard into the mattress. It’s fast, brutal enough to wrench loud gasps and broken moans from Viktor’s throat.
Jayce smiles obscenely, drunk on the omega below him. His palm comes down gently to rest over Viktor’s lips, effectively muffling his cries.
“Shh… little omega, don’t want my dad hearing you, now do we?”
Viktor clenches around him, his cunt gripping painfully tight from the insinuation alone. Jayce huffs, his legs shaking from the sudden constriction, suspicion taking root within his mind as he tilts his head down at Viktor.
“Or… is that what you want?” Jayce asks, nosing along Viktor’s smooth jawline, inhaling more of his intoxicatingly warm scent. “You want him to catch us, don’t you? See that he can’t satisfy you like I can?” Jayce’s voice lifts to a melodic whisper, taunting and mean. “Merely a beta, unable to give you the knot you crave.”
Viktor keens underneath him, his slim, trembling legs wrapping around Jayce’s hips. His heels dig into Jayce’s ass, a silent beg to feel the alpha’s cock press deeper.
Jayce nips along the column of Viktor’s throat, a tease, a push. “Isn’t that right, mommy?”
A gasp rings out through the room—underneath Jayce’s palm—as air is sucked into Viktor’s lungs so quickly that Jayce pulls his hand away from his lips in fear that he can’t breathe. Jayce’s hips stutter, his thrusts slowing down, and his eyes flitting over Viktor’s face in concern.
Viktor looks at Jayce with widened, bright eyes, his cunt fluttering shyly around Jayce’s cock.
“...Viktor?”
“Say that again.” Viktor’s voice is quiet, commanding. His irises swirl with his arousal, the heat taking complete control and releasing any further inhibitions he may have been holding onto.
His sharp nails dig into Jayce’s back so savagely that Jayce has to bite back a snarl, smelling the blood that starts to coat Viktor’s fingertips.
But he takes the warning seriously. Jayce tucks his head back into Viktor’s neck and starts the rhythm of thrusting his hips again, not as fast as before, but deep, the fat head of his cock pressing against Viktor’s swollen, tender cervix.
When Viktor starts crying out once more, Jayce lets his tongue loose within his mouth, whispering into the omega’s sweaty, fevered skin.
“Please, mommy, please take my knot,” Jayce whimpers, giving into the brief exchange of control, feeling Viktor squirm from his begging. “I know you want it, I can feel you opening up for me,”
Jayce pants, dragging one of Viktor’s legs over his shoulder so that he can reach impossibly deeper, Viktor mewling from the shift of pressure within his cunt.
“I can feel your womb begging for it, begging for my come—fuck... Ready to swallow every drop, ready to be bred and pupped.”
“Ah—Jayce, don’t stop!” Viktor is shaking uncontrollably beneath Jayce now, his body on the verge of imploding. Jayce gives it his all, pistoning his hips until all he can register is the sound of his thighs slapping against Viktor’s ass and the sensation of his cock, slick and hot, wrapped in Viktor’s cunt.
“I got you, I got you mommy, it’s okay—” he repeats, over and over, until Viktor suddenly wails and locks up beneath him. His cunt clenches, milking Jayce so thoroughly that Jayce can feel his knot swelling at the base of his cock. Jayce’s teeth chatter from the feeling, the intensity of Viktor’s heat sending him out of his mind.
He knows deep down, through the fog of lust, he probably shouldn’t knot his dad’s wife. His step-mother. But Jayce is too far gone. Viktor could ask for Jayce’s heart on a platter right now, and Jayce wouldn’t hesitate to carve it out of his chest, desperate to do anything at all that would satisfy the beautiful, orgasming omega stuffed full of his cock.
“Oh, holy fuck— there you go, my sweet omega. There’s my knot, just for you…”
Jayce feels his own cresting pleasure whip down his spine and thrum along his cock, spilling his seed into the space he has sculpted inside of Viktor. His balls throb, his knot growing bigger and bigger with each second of his orgasm that passes. Jayce has never knotted anyone before, and the feeling is indescribable.
“Jayce— oh, God, yes—” Viktor cries out, his body relaxing once more and turning pliable, like something precious that Jayce can mold to whatever whim he may have. Jayce feels Viktor stretch around him, and it makes him dizzy.
“Yeah, just like that,” Jayce slurs as his knot is finally, perfectly plugged inside of Viktor. Jayce reaches his hand down between their bodies, tracing his fingertips along the tender place where they are connected. “Feel how I stretch your little pussy out, mommy? Do you like that?”
A loud moan falls from Viktor’s lips, followed by a command.
“Bite me, right now.”
With the way Viktor looks at him—his eyes low and glowing—the swell of Jayce’s knot must be pulling him quickly towards the edge once more. Jayce groans, Viktor still clenching around him in waves.
Jayce salivates, venom filling his mouth and coating his teeth at the omega’s order.
Not one to argue, Jayce lets his face be cupped in Viktor’s palms and pushed down into his chest. Jayce noses along the peak of a hard nipple underneath Viktor’s silky nightgown, then drags one of Viktor’s straps down his shoulder until his breast is exposed. Jayce licks his lips at the sight; Viktor, on the edge of another orgasm, while Jayce’s knot is buried inside of him. His small, supple breast, unmarked, blushed pink in the lowlight.
Without letting another moment pass, Jayce cups Viktor’s breast in his large hand and opens his mouth wide around his nipple, sinking his sharp teeth into the soft flesh of Viktor’s chest. Jayce feels the exact moment that his venom hits Viktor’s frayed nerves, because his body loses any strength it had left. Viktor’s hands fall from Jayce’s shoulders to the pillows around his head, and his legs splay open on the sheets from where they were still wrapped around Jayce’s hips. Viktor’s cunt pulses as he comes once more with a weak gasp, his insides trembling around Jayce’s knot, attempting with a pathetic effort to try and suck Jayce in deeper than he already is.
Jayce falls into the moment, letting his own body relax as he closes his eyes and drinks deeply from Viktor. Omega blood is an extra delicacy that Jayce doesn’t require, and this won’t leave a permanent mark, but it’s something Jayce has no problem indulging in at Viktor’s request. The flavor coating Jayce’s tongue is like nothing he’s ever tasted before: Sweet, more intense than Viktor’s scent, thick like honey from his heat, but sharp and addictive. Jayce feels like he could survive on this alone; the omega’s warm blood coursing down his throat, coating his insides and igniting a primal craving within him.
But not so far out of his mind to keep drinking and kill the omega, he soon unlatches himself from Viktor’s breast. Looking up through his lashes at Viktor’s fucked-out expression, Jayce laves his tongue slowly over the sliced skin, swirling the slick, blood-coated muscle around his nipple, spreading his alpha saliva to encourage clotting.
Slowly, the bite’s bleeding comes to a stop. Jayce places one last gentle, teasing kiss to the tender skin before pushing himself up onto his hands and licking the red from his lips. Jayce smiles as he brushes his thumb over his chin, sucking a stray drop of sugary-sweet blood into his mouth.
His knot is fading, and Viktor is steadily coming back into his own head. Jayce watches, fascinated, as Viktor breathes deeply and blinks, the haze from his heat falling into stagnation.
Neither of them say a word, they just stare, watching each other as Jayce feels his knot finally deflate.
Breaking eye contact, Jayce gently eases himself out of Viktor and falls onto the mattress beside him. Wanting to delay the inevitable shame and awkwardness from consuming him, Jayce speaks up.
“I’m surprised my dad didn’t actually hear us,” he whispers, accentuating his point further.
Viktor runs a hand through his hair, splayed out on the pillow beneath his head.
“Your father has trouble sleeping. He takes medicine, so it is nearly impossible to wake him up at night.”
Viktor stares at the ceiling, and Jayce stares at Viktor.
“My dad is a dick, you know.”
He doesn’t know why he said it, but it feels like something Jayce needed to admit. Viktor turns his head, his eyes sad, penetrating Jayce through to his core.
“I know.” He says, his voice low.
“Why are you with him?” Jayce pushes, probably crossing a line. Granted, any and all lines that could be crossed tonight already have been.
Viktor bites his lip for a moment, thinking to himself.
“I used to think it was because I was lonely, and he gave me attention, and he loved me,” he says, Jayce’s heart thumping painfully in his chest at the melancholic scent starting to spill out from the omega beside him.
“But now, I don’t know. I feel like all he does now is… show me off. Use me as an accessory to his life.” Viktor sits up on the mattress, Jayce following suit. “It’s pathetic. I don’t know why I stay. He doesn’t even let me work.” The omega puts his face in his hands, trying to steady his wavering breath.
Jayce scoffs, angrily. He remembers his mom saying something similar, not realizing until after their divorce just how little autonomy she really held while married to him.
“I know I’m his son, but you should leave him.”
Viktor turns, his hand cradling his own face. He doesn’t say anything for a moment, just traces his eyes along Jayce’s features, trying to determine something Jayce isn’t sure of.
“I know I should. At this point, it’s just a matter of time before I get fed up with it.”
Jayce feels an overwhelming sadness for the man sitting next to him. Something deep inside of him wants to sweep the omega away from his dad, take him to Piltover, and find him a new place in the world where he’s not just a decoration sitting on the mantle of this creaky, old house. Offer him support to get his life back on track, or even start anew.
“Well, I can’t tell you what to do… but if you ever find yourself in Piltover, I’ll be there.”
Amber-honeyed eyes shine at him, looking appreciative of the words.
They are strangers, unethically met through circumstance, but Jayce wouldn’t mind getting to know this man as something other than his father’s wife.
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“Jayce, did you say something to Viktor while you were here a few weeks ago?”
Jayce yawns with a huff. Being woken up so abruptly in the morning is not something he’s used to. Nor is it something he enjoys.
“Morning to you, too. What are you talking about?” His response is rough with sleep.
He hears a scoff through the phone.
“I mean, did you tell Viktor about your mom and I? He left me, you asshole! His shit is gone, and he won’t return any of my calls!”
Jayce rolls his eyes. He’s used to his dad getting mean when he’s angry. It hasn’t happened in a while, but he still pulls a face at his own father calling him an asshole.
“I don’t know what you mean, old man. He probably realized how shitty you were on his own.”
Jayce hangs up the phone, done with the conversation. He lies back down, pulling the blanket over himself and snuggling into his pillows.
A soft hand slides over his shoulder, nails scratching gently up the side of his neck.
“Old man?”
Jayce smirks and rolls over, coming face to face with Viktor, naked and warm underneath the sheets next to him. He leans forward, kissing the beautiful omega in his bed, gently cradling his jaw in his palm.
Whispering into Viktor’s lips, Jayce smiles into the kiss. “You heard me.”
Viktor pulls away to look at Jayce, his eyes low and sleepy.
“He sounded upset.”
Jayce shrugs, pulling Viktor down into his chest and kissing the top of his head. His hair is soft against Jayce’s lips, and saturated by his honeyed, comforting scent.
“Yeah, he is. But, I couldn’t care any less right now”
Viktor chuckles, the mattress vibrating with his laugh.
“Neither could I.”